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Good Readers of Me (1)

When I do think my meanest line shall be/ More in Time's use than my creating whole,/ That future eyes more clearly shall feel me/ In this inked page than in my direct soul;/ When I conjecture put to...


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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
Essays
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
Essays